Sunday, April 19, 2009

Sunday, Puppy Sunday

Chuy (see them wrinkles?) is thinking about taking the plunge. This time, though, the bubbles seemed to give him pause and he never hopped in.

Miss Praline, otoh, got misty, and too much in tub. She's such a colossal goober. Kept plunging her entire head into the bubbles and down into the water below, only to come up covered in bubbles which I had to wipe away so she could see and breathe. One of the first purchases I'll make at our new place will be one of those wee kiddie pools so she and furboy can cool themselves of a hot summer day. I think without the fragrance and bubbles, he'll be ready to go into the water again. He probably just doesn't want to harsh the mojo of his burly, manly odour. He's all of 15 pounds now, you know. What a brute!